The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Hannah, thinking he had changed his mind, instinctively stepped back, her eyes wary, “What’s up?” Didn’t he say she could go? Why was he stopping her now? If he had changed his mind, it was too late! “You look beat.

Let me dove you home” Derek said.

Because of Hamah’s actions regarding his grandmother, Deek had warmed to her.

She was clearly exhausted, hardly able to keep her eyes open and not fit to drive or hail a cab.

He’d worry if something happened to her late at night “Alight, take you up on that, Mr. Derek’ Hannah said.

Naturally, Hannah would accept such a kindness and agreed instantly.

She really wasn’t in a state to take a cab.

bad egg and she fell with him Derek led her downstairs to the

car door Deck leaned against the driver’s seat and said, “Miss Chester, are you mistaking me for your chauffeur??” Only then did Hannah snap cut of it She wasn’t having a cab, Derek was driving her home She closed the rear door and went to the front passenger seat, “I didn’t want any

have a girlfriend” Hannah was fastening her seatbelt, and her hand

trying to lighten

she treated him like a chauffeurs She didn’t expect him to respond to business e didn’t give it much

address, and stat ear Hannah was so sod she leaned back in her seat and promptly fell asleep Derek noticed she was

a blanket from the

tinged with a hint of sweetness

eyelashes fumering slightly This was the first time he had

constantly being with Brittany She was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, a

leaning towards her, but the

jerked back